[Hook]
Niggas fuckin up the check, I had to learn my lesson
On the E-way, doing the dash, ain't doin no stressin
Mama looked me dead in the eyes like who is you told
End up a felon, one of them niggas'll send you to heaven
Got a pound of the runtz, that's the only thing a nigga inhalin'
Boy we seen them black and whites and we know that you niggas was tellin
Got a choppa on my side and you sno' that I keep me a weapon
And we gon get rich, we ain't takin no L's or failings
[Verse 1]
Put the work on the clock, eyeball I don't need the scale
Man these niggas really bitches doin all that sneak dissin
They wasn't in the trap wit' us, they wasn't really in the kitchen
We gon triple k a nigga, we gon leave a nigga missin
Had to keep the grass cut, I can hear the snakes hissin
Ten toes out the mud, boy I'm really from the trenches
Gotta show the plug love, gotta run up them digits
Boy my dawg sick with it, man he really be the illest
Trappin' no lie he's in the gutter wit' me we had the block hot
We was juggin and finessin, we was really toting Glocks
Had the fiends off rocks, bankrolls in our socks
And we servin anybody, we don't care if you a opp
Got the jakes on our dick and it's still fuck a cop
I don't care about a bitch and it's still fuck a thot
I'ma pour a whole six, I'ma dirty up this pot
I'm in love with this shit, I'm in love with the guap
Niggas fuckin up the check, I had to learn my lesson
On the E-way, doing the dash, ain't doin no stressin
Mama looked me dead in the eyes like who is you told
End up a felon, one of them niggas'll send you to heaven
Got a pound of the runtz, that's the only thing a nigga inhalin'
Boy we seen them black and whites and we know that you niggas was tellin
Got a choppa on my side and you sno' that I keep me a weapon
And we gon get rich, we ain't takin no L's or failings
[Verse 1]
Put the work on the clock, eyeball I don't need the scale
Man these niggas really bitches doin all that sneak dissin
They wasn't in the trap wit' us, they wasn't really in the kitchen
We gon triple k a nigga, we gon leave a nigga missin
Had to keep the grass cut, I can hear the snakes hissin
Ten toes out the mud, boy I'm really from the trenches
Gotta show the plug love, gotta run up them digits
Boy my dawg sick with it, man he really be the illest
Trappin' no lie he's in the gutter wit' me we had the block hot
We was juggin and finessin, we was really toting Glocks
Had the fiends off rocks, bankrolls in our socks
And we servin anybody, we don't care if you a opp
Got the jakes on our dick and it's still fuck a cop
I don't care about a bitch and it's still fuck a thot
I'ma pour a whole six, I'ma dirty up this pot
I'm in love with this shit, I'm in love with the guap
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